Encounter on the nude beach -

[continuation of my previous entry]

The guy was trim but not particularly athletic looking. He seemed to be in his mid-30’s, much younger than us. He had only a modest amount of body hair. I found myself very attracted to his intense dark eyes and his broad engaging smile. Unlike us, he was not wearing sunglasses. His soft cock seemed a bit larger than average and in my opinion was an exceptionally well-proportioned piece of cut meat.

The brushing against my hand and thigh continued. Although the touching was discreetly soft and brief, it clearly was not accidental. As we talked, he would momentarily cast his eyes down to my crotch, look back up into my eyes, and give me the slightest flirtatious smile. I noticed that his cock was now starting to get a bit erect. Nothing major that would be particularly noticeable to anyone not walking along with him, but it was definitely getting thicker and the curve of the shaft was getting more elevated.

Seeing what was happening to his cock had an immediate effect on mine. It also started to grow. As he witnessed this response on my part, the smiles that he gave me after glancing down at my crotch got broader and broader.

Eventually we got to the edge of a section of the beach that can be seen, albeit from a considerable distance, by customers at a restaurant and by busloads of tourists. My wife and I never venture further because we don’t want anyone to cause a stink about nudity and jeopardize the continuance of the nude beach. So I told the guy that here we did have to turn around.

As we walked back toward our place on the beach, my wife and I continued talking with the guy. He continued to touch me, and I now noticed that he was touching my wife. He and I continued to have a semi-erection. He seemed fascinated by my cock.

I asked him what he was doing on his vacation in addition to coming to the nude beach. He said: “I like hanging out with people who are like me and enjoy being totally open and free, and let things just happen.”

“Cool,” I responded.

“Are you two naked all the time when you are at home?” he asked.

“A lot of the time, I guess,” my wife answered. I could tell by her tone that she was getting weary of this guy and that she recognized his comments for what they were: a propositioning. I might have been tempted to take things further, and if my wife had not been along I probably would have.

Soon we were approaching a more crowded section of the beach. “Let’s stretch out together on that big rock over there,” he suggested enthusiastically.

My semi-erection was gone by then and I said to him: “Thanks, man, but we’re headed back to our blanket to eat lunch.”

He was visibly disappointed. My wife said: “It’s been very nice meeting you. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, and hopefully we see you back here again before you leave.”

He smiled, touched us both again, and we left him by the rock. Clearly, today would not be the first time in years that my wife would share another MMF adventure with me. This guy had proved not to be wife-worthy, so that was the end of it.

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